Love without colour

Isabelle Millard

Isabelle's P.O.V

 

"I told you before mom, I'm taking a gap year."

I listened as my mother go on about me going to college. It was the same thing whenever my mother called me. We always fought about me not being in college like every the rest of her graduating class. But I wasn't ready for college, at least not yet.

"Honey, you said the same thing last year."

I smiled cheekily, I guess I did say it last year. Oh, well.

"All I'm saying is, just apply for the fall semester. You don't have to make up your mind now, we're still some time away from fall. But if you apply now and you do decide to go, you won't have to worry about late admission."

I knew that I would have to give in and do what she wants, it's the only way I'll get her to stop calling me every day to talk about it. I signed inwardly, accepting defeat.

"Fine mom, I'll fill out the admissions form."

"No need to dear, I've already sent it off, you should be hearing from Yale soon."

I should have known that she wouldn't just leave well enough along. My mother was a control freak, everything in her life and the life of others around her had to be perfect. And almost always, everything had to go her way.

"Really mom? What if I had said no?"

The moment I said it I regretted it. I knew it wouldn't be long before she started with her, 'I only want what's best for you,' speech. I love my mom, but sometimes she just didn't know when to butt out of my life or anyone's life for that matter. The woman was like a dog with a bone.  

"Darling, you know I only want what's best for you. I don't want you to be the only member of our family to not go college. You have a reputation to think about, how is it going to look if a Millard don't go to college."

I sighed and threw my hands up. I am tired of hearing about the Millard reputation. It was one of the reasons I didn't go to college straight out of high school. I felt the need to tarnish the Millard name a bit.

The doorbell rang to my apartment and I almost did a little happy dance, but knowing my mother she sense it and scold me.

"Gotta go, mom, Hillary is here, love ya, bye!"

I hang up before she could reply. No doubt she would have told me how being friends with Hillary was not good for the Millard reputation. If I let my mother have it her way, she'd have me doing breakfast with the Smiths at eight, brunch and then lunch at the country club with the women from her charity group. And in the evening, I'd be placed on display for all my mother's friends to choose for their sons. That was so not the life I wanted for myself. I wanted freedom and fun. I'll leave the military lifestyle to my sister, Irene, she's much better at it than me anyway. 

The doorbell ring again and I laughed. I just knew that my impatient best friend was tapping her foot, and contemplating whether or not to kick down the door. I threw the door open just as the fifth ring came through. Hillary had an impatient and irritated  look on her face. She pushed passed me and walked into my apartment.

I rolled my eyes and closed the door behind her. She's lucky I love her because that was the only reason I tolerated her. She can be an annoying bitch sometimes, but most of the times she's an awesome friend.

I moved away from the door and followed her into the kitchen. She was already in my fridge looking for food. There were only two things that Hillary really cared for in life and those were, food and guys. She could eat as much as she like and never gain any weight. I on the other hand, have to watch everything I eat or I blow up like a balloon and trust me it's not a pretty sight.